The roaring sound of bombers seemed to tear the space apart, accompanied by the smell of smoke and rust.
The smell exploded in his nose, and he could feel the oxygen gradually losing and becoming thinner.
The engine was overloaded, the sharp warning sound shattered the glass, and the aircraft body was blown up to form a sharp cliff like a blade. The spacesuit was separated by pollution particles. He held the man's hand tightly.
How long can I live? In those brief seconds, he thought, time in the vast galaxy seemed to really go very slowly. The sleepiness caused by lack of oxygen swept over him, his vision gradually blurred, and even the sound of the loudspeaker seemed distant.
In a daze, the hand that was holding his hand flowed out from between his stiff fingers like water and climbed up his body. He saw a touch of blue penetrate into his helmet, wrapping himself like a cocoon. He subconsciously curled up his body like a baby clinging to its mother's womb.
His lips were moist and he could vaguely feel the familiar and warm breath.
The next second, dazzling white light shone on his face, and he was forced to put on a straitjacket and face one strange face after another in shame. He looked at his pale self in the glass - Am I sick?
"Where is Chu Xun?"
"Don't think that we can't do anything to you if you don't speak! Your superiors will never
Forgive you! "
The lie detector is like three bloody eyes, and red light appears in his dark eyes.
"He's dead," his voice kept repeating, "He's dead."
Purpose: World peace